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First Love [Poem]
When passing through its lustful glaze,
Of a magic so strong, no man can stop,
Nor avoid its power
Holding and capturing the heart,
As if a fish caught in a net,
By a farmers playful,
Inquisitive son ,
Dipping it into the water,
Rippling it and,
Making it shimmer,
With the suns golden beam.
Once inside ,
Its magic begins to weave its way,
Like a twine of hair,
Platted by a skillfull mother,
Onto her daughter,
whom will one day learn this beautiful skill.
Deeper and deeper inside,
Filling the spirit with joy,
And even a lust,
So powerful no word describes its thirst.
Love
Yes, It comes to all,
and it stays there,
once you’ve witnessed your dream,
You want to witness it again,
And Catch it,
like that butterfly you tried to catch,
in the long grass of the countryside,
with the hot, lazy summer days,
and the meadows and rolling hills.
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